Saturday, August 29, 2009

2565 Cold

Saturday, August 29, 2009

Those who think history repeats itself will be forced to relive it.

(Not what it seems.)
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I could have taken stuff to the recycle center this morning. I didn't. I could go to the county fair today. I won't. I could go to an auction this evening. I shan't. Instead, I'm holed up here trying to keep warm.

It's cold out there! Low 60s. Right now it's above 70 in the house, but I think I may have to switch from A/C to heat by this evening. I figure what few warm days we'll have from now on can be handled by windows and the attic fan.

After spending Thursday at the hospital with FW, I did absolutely nothing yesterday, except clean out all the stuff that had arrived on the internet. I don't know why, but I didn't feel like doing anything else. It looks like today might be the same.

I've got medical insurance stuff to work on, and the father-in-law's estate is about to be settled, so I've got an 80-page report to review and then I have to call the attorney, and Daughter wants me to locate childhood photos for her, and I'm to the point where if I don't do laundry soon I'll have to buy more underwear, and, and, and .... I probably won't do any of it today.

You know, I think it's just because it's cold. I can't face losing summer.
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Friday, August 28, 2009

2564 A Day in the Hospital

Friday, August 28, 2009

Me: Divorce is tortious, tortuous, and torturous.

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FW had been having abdominal pain for several weeks, to the point where she was unable to work. She'd had all kinds of scans and tests, and nothing showed as the cause, so she was scheduled for exploratory laparoscopic surgery yesterday.

She needed a ride to the hospital, and since I am the only person she knows who doesn't work and who also has a car (even though I live a hair over an hour away), I was elected to take her in. I was grateful that she wasn't scheduled for one-a-them early hour arrivals.

We arrived at the hospital a little before noon. She was installed in a room, with a gown and an IV, and we waited about five hours before they finally wheeled her away. We'd have no idea whether she'd be staying the night until it was over, so I had to wait.

During the pre-surgery wait time, we talked a lot. We haven't really associated much in the past year or more, ever since I decided her mood swings were too much for me (and her vicious attacks when I didn't meet her expectations were poisoning me), and I withdrew. So there was a lot of ground to cover.

Naturally, she was worried, and they weren't allowing her any pain killers, so she was in pain. I was trying to think of non-lethal causes for the pain, like pinched nerves in the lower back and so on. Along the way, she mentioned that a few years ago she'd had an enormous (benign) tumor removed from an ovary, and I offered adhesions as the most likely possibility.

Yup. I should be a diagnostician. They freed the adhesions and released her at about 9 pm. She was still a bit weak (but no longer groggy) when I got her home. She has steep stairs in her house, and the only bathroom is upstairs, so we installed her upstairs with water, takeout Chinese, and phone, and orders not to attempt the stairs until morning.

I got home just before 11 pm. Called her this morning. She's fine.

Now I'm in a minor panic. I know she's going to want to renew the old ramming around we used to do, and I can't fall into that trap again, because she WILL turn on me again. The verbal attacks. I can't. This is the woman The Man laughingly refers to as my "psycho ex-girlfriend". I just can't.
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Wednesday, August 26, 2009

2563 Yeah, ok.

Wednesday, August 26, 2009

Deepak Chopra, quoting a Vedic scholar: I am that; you are that;
this is that; that is all there is, and if you understand that,
you understand all.

I don't understand.

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I'm in love again. The red flags are still flapping in the wind, and I don't care.

It took him six months to use the "L" word, so I gather he doesn't use it lightly. I mentioned to him last night that he'll say "I love you" easily on the phone or in an email, but he'd never yet said it to my face. So he did. And to my ear. And to the top of my head. And he signed this evening's email:

Love you, to your face,
[The Man]

Sigh.

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Later: After filing this post, I went to the blog to ensure it got posted correctly, and as I was proofreading it, the music started up. It was Tracy Chapman's "Give Me One Reason".

Coincidence?
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Tuesday, August 25, 2009

2562 Community gardens feed the community

Tuesday, August 25, 2009

Isaac Asimov: Violence is the last refuge of the incompetent.

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Quick note. I'm meeting Piper for lunch on the riverside patio of the Rhinecliff Hotel, and then meeting The Man later this afternoon, so I need to get moving.

I caught the first few minutes of Martha Stewart before I changed the channel. She was talking about feeding your family from vegetable gardens - in your back yard (shot of her enormous garden), patio containers (shot of a lonely tomato plant surrounded by herbs), or a community garden (shot of fenced area with neat raised beds).

Ex#2 and I participated in a community garden effort when Daughter was a toddler and we lived near Gaithersburg, MD. We worked hard, preparing the soil, fertilizing, weeding, picking insects, and although our section was the most healthy and productive, we never got to eat anything from our plants. There were apparently others in the neighborhood who considered it a food bank, and everytime I went to check and hoped to gather, our produce had been stripped.

I don't see how a community garden, the type where each person has a plot and grows and picks their own choice of plants, can possibly work without a 24-hour armed guard, and checking of ids against plots.

When I lived in Highland, I briefly belonged to a garden co-op. Designated people tended the garden, and members could go and pick up a bag every week containing whatever was ready that week. That didn't work for Daughter and me, because it wasn't our choice of produce, and we could eat only so many turnips and pumpkins per week.

I'm trying this. Whether it look right or not will depend on Blogger's formatting, but here goes:
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Edit: Nah. Blogger removed some of the necessary blanks. Suggestions? What I need is a unprinted character in the bottom line to replace the blanks, or a different font that doesn't close up the spaces. ???

Monday, August 24, 2009

2561 Gramma did it right.

Monday, August 24, 2009

A girl has to have a life goal before she starts dating boys,
or boys become the goal.

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Gramma was devoted to her shows: "Love of Life", "The Guiding Light", "As the World Turns", "The Edge of Night". All of her friends and family knew not to call her during the time they were on, because she would give you short shrift during a few of them, and flat out would not answer the phone during "Light" and one other, "Night", I think. And that was before answering machines.

I have exactly one show I watch during the daytime - the first half-hour of "The View", which is on at 11 am. How come everybody in the world always calls between 11 am and 11:30? It's uncanny.

My home phone will take a message, and if the caller doesn't leave a message, it will still tell me the calling number, and the name if available. So I don't have to answer. I can call back later. But I always do answer.

I'm not very bright.
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Sunday, August 23, 2009

2560 I'm hard.

Sunday, August 23, 2009

Steve Wozniak, "Newsweek" 2/19/96: I read the papers
to find out who I am,
so I can be it.

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I get annoyed when someone associated with TV dies, and then the show(s) do a long eulogy of some behind-the-scenes guy we may never even have heard of, complete with clips and testimonials.

I can understand their desire to do it, but hey, I didn't know the guy, and really don't care.

I mean, it's not like I enjoy going to random funerals.
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2559 For consideration...

Sunday, August 23, 2009

Sophocles: Truly, to tell lies is not honorable.
But when the truth entails tremendous ruin,
to speak dishonorably is pardonable.

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Some people think that government should be small, that big government is restrictive. Others see nothing wrong with big government. People rarely mention big business in that context.

I don't necessarily think big government is good, but consider that the only thing that can contain and restrain big business is big government. Without big government, big business becomes the government. Which do you trust more, and which do you trust least, with making decisions that affect your life?

Big business? Or big government?
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2558 Cars, and men, and stuff

Sunday, August 23, 209

Me: Men don't fall in love with a person.
They fall in love with the way they feel
when they're with that person.

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I saw "Gran Torino" last night, in that totally sexy home theater in Valatie last night. The drive upriver was exciting again. It rained so hard at one point that I couldn't see the tail lights of the car four lengths ahead of me, and there was no place to pull off the road. Torrent.

There were four guys and me at the movie. They were more offended by some of the language used in the movie than I - or maybe it's that old chauvinistic problem, the language would have been fine with them had I, a female, not been there. Two of the guys couldn't believe that real street thugs talk that way. Heck, I don't know where they live, but ordinary high school kids talk like that these days (every third word starts with "f", that all-purpose adjective, adverb, verb, and interjection).

I highly recommend the movie, by the way.

The car wasn't really as big an issue in the movie as either the title or synopsis would imply, but on the drive home I was thinking about cars I have known.

Before he retired, my father bought a new car every three years or so, and always a Buick with all the options, like the one with "air ride", where when you turned the car on it actually rose into the air as the pillows in the shocks filled. Or the one with the electric eye on the dashboard (in the late '50s!) that sensed whether it was day or night, and automatically turned the headlights on if it was dark, and lowered them for oncoming cars. I guess it was handy, but it tended to overreact, and turned the lights on in garages, underpasses, and tunnels, or even if there were trees closed over the road. Lightning at night (as there was tonight, which is what made me think of it) made it go crazy clicking from high to low beams.

I also thought about my series of VW Karmann Ghias (coupe and convertible) in the mid 60s to mid 70s. Loved those cars. But a lot of my friends in those days were young and unsophisticated guys in their 20s, and they thought a motor in the rear was incredibly stupid. That was the days of long hoods covering huge mega-horsepower motors, and all real cars had two drive wheels, in the rear. Everybody knew if you put drive wheels in the front, you wouldn't be able to steer.

Their argument against the rear motor: "Where do you put a horse to a cart? In front! You don't put the horse behind the cart! That's stupid! The horse pulls the cart, doesn't push it! Yuk yuk yuk (slapping each other on the back - ha, good one!)"

I'd respond, "Where are your drive wheels? In the rear! Your car is pushed, not pulled. You don't even know where your horse IS!" Silence.

They thought I was too smart for my britches. (Eh. Maybe that's why they kept trying to get them off me. Had to exert dominance somehow....)
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Saturday, August 22, 2009

2557 Discoveries, sort of

Saturday, August 22, 2009

From "Babylon Five": The future should come with a label,
"Some Assembly Required".

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I went to a movie in Albany last night. A very wet and windy thunderstorm had come through late in the afternoon, ending just before I headed upriver. Southern Columbia county had apparently been hit hard by the wind. There were trees down all over the place. County route 10 was technically closed. I turned onto route 10 before they got the signs up on the southern end, so I got to see the damage - five large trees down in five different spots, chainsaw crews working. I had to edge past branches and treetops in the road. On route 9G there were flagmen at one spot to direct traffic off the road around a huge downed tree.

In a deserted wooded stretch I went through a puddle in a dip in the road, and lost the power steering! That was scary, because it was a winding country road lined by ditches and trees, and I was moving at 55 mph. The steering came back quickly, but the battery indicator in the dashboard blinked for a while.

The movie was "District 9". It was pretty good for what it was, but I think they concentrated on the wrong story. I would have been more interested in how the story began - where did the aliens come from, how were they rescued, what led to their being confined in a compound, how did people learn to communicate?

If you saw it, please answer:
In those first 15 minutes, did you think of "The Office"?
Did MNU's tactics remind you of Blackwater?

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Herrad, at "Access Denied...", is finally getting fitted for a wheelchair, after having been confined to bed for one full year. "Fitted" is the keyword there. She lives in Amsterdam, and I can't help but contrast the support she's getting with what happened with Jay. They are measuring and adapting, forming and fitting, and she'll end up with (we hope) a chair that will be comfortable and supportive.

After Jay's third craniotomy, he had left side neglect, which is kind of like paralysis, but more. The left side of his body, of the entire world for that matter, simply didn't exist for him. Jay was 6'3" tall, and about 220 lbs, and he had no awareness of half his body. Proportionally, his legs did not account for his height - he had a very long torso. His shoulders were almost two feet wide. Sitting was difficult, because he didn't compensate for the weight of his left side, or the width of his shoulders. His bottom would slide forward in a seat, and he'd slump heavily to the left.

The reclining wheelchairs worked well for him in the hospital, because they supported the weight of his upper body, and prevented the forward slide. But reclining chairs were not available for home rental, at least not through the only medical equipment supplier available to us, a place in Kingston.

Whoever wrote the prescription for his chair must have noted that he was "a very large man", because the first chair delivered had a super wide seat. That was even worse for his slump. It was replaced by a regular chair, with flat seat and a low back, and that was it. Note that he couldn't shift his weight, change his bottom position, so this almost guaranteed pressure sores if he were to be in it long. The flat seat guaranteed a gradual forward slide, and he was too big and heavy for me to pull or push him back.

I called the suppliers, the insurance company, his doctors, everyone, and they all told me that was it, all we were getting. And, by the way, we had the best insurance coverage available. I suspect his diagnosis and prognosis factored in - there would be no custom chair for someone not expected to be able to use it for more than x weeks or months.

So I bought a gel seat cushion, well over $200 out of pocket. It worked, but it was thick, and raised him in the seat, which made the back even lower, and now he slumped backward as well as to the left. Tying him in with a sheet didn't work because with the low back, there was nothing to tie it to.

I finally took some super strong cardboard, and built a higher back with a "wing" on the left side. With pillows tucked in, this kept him upright and centered. The first time I took him to the hospital for a scan with this arrangement, the nurses had a fit. When he came back from the scan, the cardboard was gone. I had him in the wheelchair on the passenger side next to me in the front of the wheelchair van, and by the time we got home, he was leaning so badly his body was resting heavily on my right arm, making it very difficult to drive.

After that, whenever he had to go in for tests, I had to call a medical van service (not covered by insurance, by the way), and they took him in on a stretcher.

And this was in what "they" tell me is the country with the "best" medical care, and with the "best" insurance.

Sheesh.

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Two days last week I rebelled and substituted "bad" food for most of the Nutrisystem meals --- and lost two more pounds. I think I figured it out. Nutrisystem meals are loaded with salt, a lot more than I normally get. I think going off the salt resulted in a loss of water weight.
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Thursday, August 20, 2009

2556 It's Meetup, damn it! Not Hookup!

Thursday, August 20, 2009

Definition: Perfluxity - the feeling that
you are drowning in a sea of information.

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I joined several Meetup groups, mostly travel, movie, and dinner groups. They are just to get out and meet up with some people to do things as a group. There ARE Meetup groups specifically for singles, for the purpose of meeting and exploring romantic possibilities, but that's not what I'm there for, and not the groups I joined.

Some guys seem confused. I've been getting regular mash notes and invitations from strange men. They can look at your profile and see your picture and what groups you've signed up for. One guy noticed I'd joined a few travel groups, so he wrote (through the site) and suggested that he take me somewhere for a weekend. Another has invited me to a movie in Rhinebeck (the next village down) - even though he lives in Manhattan. One young man in Albany, in his early 20s, invited me to go dancing. And so on.

Hey, guys - it's not an online dating site! What makes you think I'm looking to hook up? In fact, in my profile, I included a photo of me with The Man.

A more subtle way to approach it, if you see someone interesting, would be to watch what meetups they RSVP for, and then go to the same meetup. That way you meet in a group. Introduce yourself. Chat. See if she or he is open to overtures. Then maybe something might develop.

Some people might see that as stalking, I guess. I don't.
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2555 Near Panic in the Schools, and other things

Thursday, August 20, 2009

Gandhi: There is enough for everyone's need,
but not enough for everyone's greed.

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I don't understand why anyone would volunteer for the foul and inexcusable abuse dished out on "Hell's Kitchen".

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School's about to start, and it seems that many of them are going a bit overboard with the swine flu craze. Some have washed down the entire building(s) and contents with bleach. Many colleges have done the same, especially with the dorms. (I wonder if they replaced mattresses?) They plan to pass out hand wipes, and at the first sign of illness anywhere, they plan to cancel all gatherings, including athletic events and concerts. (Will the colleges close down the large lecture halls?)

The swine flu may spread easier than the usual seasonal flu, but from what I've read, it is actually less dangerous than seasonal.

So I have to wonder whether all these precautions are to protect students from swine flu, or to protect the school from lawsuits if one student dies. "Well, we did everything we could...."

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All day yesterday and today I've had thoughts of crawling into bed. I feel so tired, but I know if I lie down I'll feel worse when I get up. Maybe I'm a little depressed.

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Tuesday and Wednesday I rebelled, and ate carrot cake! And pulled pork quesadilla! With cheese! And sour cream! And I ate ice cream! (Sugar free.) And a spelt pecan cookie! And a handful of yogurt-covered raisins! I was very bad. But at least I watched quantity, and spread it out over time. Many small badnesses each day.

I got up this morning and I've lost another pound. I suspect this is NOT what the gypsy meant (in her comment) when she said I had to change something to get past the plateau.

I don't understand.
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Tuesday, August 18, 2009

2554 The concert I didn't go to

Tuesday, August 18, 2009

Definition, from "Something to Talk About": Poison - homeopathic aversion therapy.

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This just in - photo of the Bethel grounds. I didn't go to the 40th anniversary concert because I would have been alone, and I was convinced I'd never find the "turquoise"-ish tarp and the rest of the group (especially given that I knew none of them personally), and I didn't want to be alone. I think I was right.

Anyone see a turquiose tarp there?
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2553 Evening plans (I wish)

Tuesday, August 18, 2009

W. Somerset Maugham: My own belief is that
there is hardly anyone whose sexual life, if it were broadcast,
would not fill the world at large with surprise and horror.

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I'm going to dinner and a play in Albany this evening. The above quote does not apply to the evening.

I don't I agree with Mr. Maugham's belief, by the way. It probably does apply to me, I've got quite a surprising and horrifying history from the viewpoint of the average person, but I suspect that's true of relatively few people, actually. Most people putter through their sexual life in a very quiet and conventional way.

I guess whether you'd find something surprising and horrifying depends on your own experiences. If your total life experience consists of one or two partners, tops, one or two times a month, and always missionary, then even the average person's sex life might be shocking to you.

How one interprets anything one looks at comes down to one's own experiences, expectations, and definitions.

Poor Mr. Maugham.
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Monday, August 17, 2009

2552 Getting Discouraged

Monday, August 17, 2009

Laugh, and the world laughs with you.
Laugh hysterically for no apparent reason, and
they’ll leave you alone.

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Today is the two-month anniversary of beginning the weight-loss regimen. I lost 10 pounds the first month or so, and just 2 more since. I'm still getting fewer than 900 calories per day, and I'm walking at least three times a week. I don't think it can be explained by building muscles. The measurements haven't changed much either.

Today I discovered one of those diabetic dinners in the freezer, so I stuck it in the oven. It's a vegetable patty, carrots, and green beans. When I took the cover off, I was shocked by how much food was in the tray. I'm going to eat half of it now, and maybe the other half for "dessert" later instead of the Nutrisystem dessert.

My judgment of how much food should be on a plate has changed. Restaurant meals always looked large to me anyway - now they look ridiculous. I no longer lust after the candies, chips, and cakes in the gas station. In fact, I look around and curl my nose, "All trash! How unhealthy! Why can't they have any good snacks?" (It's because they probably wouldn't sell.)

Market forces and capitalism conspire to create obesity and diabetic complications.

Which reminds me - something I read recently. When "they" give the mortality rates for various conditions and diseases, many of them were not what is reported, but are actually the result of diabetes. Like, my father's death would have been reported as a heart attack. But the heart had likely been destroyed first by diabetes. A lot of deaths credited to organ failures, circulatory problems including embolisms, and even accidental falls, are actually deaths due to diabetes.

(No, I don't have diabetes. Not yet, anyway.)
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Sunday, August 16, 2009

2551 Medicare premium panic abates

Sunday, August 16, 2009

He was born on third base and decided he had hit a triple.

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The link in Wondering Woman's comment on my post about the letter I got from the SSA said that they used 2007's income in figuring the premium, not 2008, as I thought. The letter was in the car, so I checked it, and yeah, it's 2007.

That feels a lot better. I know what happened now, and I might be able to convince the SSA that it was unusual.

2007 was the third and final year in the plan to move my savings from individual stocks to tax-free bonds and mutual funds. I sold a lot of old stocks, much of which had split five to eight times since I'd started buying them in the sixties, which resulted in huge capital gains. That's not likely to ever happen again, now that everything is settled down, as the 2008 returns should show.

So thank you, Wondering Woman. There's a short window for appealing, and left to my own misreading, I'd have missed it.
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2549 Explain it to me

Sunday, August 16, 2009

Swedish proverb: God gives every bird his worm,
but He does not throw it into the nest.

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Sunday morning TV news. Folks at "town hall" meetings on health care, protesting, carrying signs, getting loud and angry. People interviewed on the street saying they don't want the government deciding who is worthy of treatment, who lives or dies, letting older people go.

I don't understand.

That's not how it would work, but even if it were, are they really saying that rather than decisions based on outlook, probabilities, and statistics (which are what a good doctor uses anyway), they prefer that decisions (often overruling doctor's recommendations) be made by insurance companies whose first priority is profit?

I really really don't understand what those people are thinking.

I DO understand the motives of those thinking FOR them.
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Saturday, August 15, 2009

2548 My world is a compost heap.

Saturday, August 15, 2009

George Orwell: The past belongs to those who control the present.

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I never actually made a decision whether to go to the concert or not, but it is now 11:55 am, and I didn't dress and get out the door a half hour ago, so I guess I'm not going. And I'm not upset about my having lost track of time, despite having been up at 7, so I guess that's ok by me. Shrug.

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We've had so much rain this summer - well, not so much in quantity, more like constant drizzle then clouds so the prior drizzle didn't dry up before the next starts - anyway, so much that the ground is constantly moist. I opened the front door on the first sunny day in ages, a few days ago, and was struck by the smell.

Everything on the forest floor is rotting. Leaves and twigs and branches that take years to decompose are all rotting all at once. It's a deep, dark brown, loamy smell, with overtones of garbage pail and mold.

I have, or had, no strong allergies. Spring pollen irritates my sinuses, but not enough to call it an allergy. But I think maybe I may be allergic to mold. I've had sinus headaches and a slightly sore throat for a few weeks now (that high curtain at the top back of the throat, on either side of the uvula - is that where my tonsils are?), and a lot of back-of-the-throat phlegm that has me coughing every time I leave the house.

It feels a lot like April 1999, when the house in Highland was flooded by a burst hot water pipe, which also filled the house with steam, and by the time we discovered it there was mold everywhere including the ceilings, and actual toadstools and mushrooms growing on the carpets. I had this same feeling in my throat during the several weeks it took me to sort and decide what of the contents could be cleaned and saved and what had to be discarded. (The house, by the way, was gutted, leaving only the exterior studs and floor joists, which had to be washed with bleach.)

On the upside, I've heard that the wild mushroom crop this year is spectacular.
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Friday, August 14, 2009

2547 Illusion

Friday, August 14, 2009

On abstract art: The subject is limited, and there's no emotional connection.

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It's interesting that the above quotation floated up in the 8-ball for this post. I met Nat in Wappingers today, and rode with him to Cold Spring, where we met Angie for lunch. Modern art was a topic of conversation on the ride.

Anyway, I found this optical illusion:There are four complete and perfectly round circles, and they are not interlinked or crossing. (It's all over the internet, at Switched, and Digg, and a few blogs, and I don't know where it started, so I didn't credit it.)
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2546 To go or not to go, that is the question.

Friday, August 14, 2009

There are a lot of people who like to be told what to think.
They are more dangerous than the people who tell them.

Oops. And here I am asking for advice.
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I have a ticket to the 40th anniversary concert, "BETHEL WOODS MUSIC FESTIVAL starring Heroes of Woodstock", tomorrow. The groups appearing include Levon Helm Band, Jefferson Starship, Ten Years After, Canned Heat, Big Brother and the Holding Company, Mountain, Tom Constanten and Country Joe McDonald.

When I bought the ticket on line a few weeks ago, I didn't think it was going to be that big a deal. Lawn tickets were only $19 (about $31 after Ticketmaster added their ripoffs). There are a group of 40 of us who are to meet there.

Over the past week I have been getting one email after another from the organizer of our group, and from the concert organizers, and I'm getting more and more worried. Rule after rule, warning after warning.

It will take me about two hours to get from here to there, with normal traffic. The organizers warn that traffic approaching the grounds will be heavy and slow, and they advise that you get to the parking lot as early as possible after it opens at 2 pm. The gates to the grounds open at 3 pm, and "you should get in line early to avoid long lines". (The concert starts at 5 pm.)

Buses will be arriving from pickup points around the state.

What are the chances drivers and people in line will be courteous and thoughtful?

You can take in only two unopened bottles of water (for many hours in sun and heat?) and a blanket or towel to sit on. Oh, and lots of money to buy their food and water and rent chairs - all at reasonable prices, of course.

Once through the gate, if you must leave (like you forgot something in the car) you WILL NOT be allowed back in. Period. No excuses accepted.

I was getting more and more negative about this.

Then the kicker came today. How does our group find each other? Should we meet up just inside the gate? The organizer and her friend have notified us that they will have a "sort of turquoise green tarp, and will spread it out in the middle of the field in front of the stage". "look for the tarp."

Uh, I'm not arriving by helicopter.

This is looking hairier and hairier. I'm thinking about just not going at all. I wouldn't be so negative if I had someone to go with. None of the others in the group live within 40 minutes of me, and I'd be heading southwest, while most of them will head northwest or west. So I'm pretty far out of the way.

Anyone have an opinion? (Oh, yeah, the ticket has my name on it and ID is required, so no, it isn't useful to overnight it to you. And no, I'm not a fan of any of the groups. And if everyone stands up, I won't see much of anything, even if we're on a slope.)

I think I'll find something else to do tomorrow.
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Thursday, August 13, 2009

2545 Another medicare shock

Thursday, August 13, 2009

Little girls grow up to be women.
Little boys grow up to be ... big boys.

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I received a letter from the Social Security Administration yesterday, in reference to Medicare. They say that the amount I pay each month for medicare is based on my income level, and that they get those figures from the IRS. The total that they use includes income from all sources, including tax-free income.

When I read the number they had for my total 2008 income, I about fell over. It's at least 60% higher than I was aware of. I'll be paying a small fortune for Medicare.

I stopped by Piper's office today to ask him to please check it against his records and explain it to me. He has a lot of my investments in tax-free bonds, and he rolls over the interest from those bonds into new bonds, so I never really see it, never get to touch or use it, unless I specifically ask him to cut me a check. It's probably reported on those back addenda of the return, the pages I don't look at very carefully, because they don't matter to the IRS bottom line. I'm also aware that late last year he moved a lot of my stock out of "dangerous waters" into safer areas, so I suspect there were capital gains I never actually had that I could use, but that the SSA is counting.

He wasn't in. Perhaps I'll catch him tomorrow. I guess I'm going to have to pay more attention to what's going on.

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Tonight I'm going to a lawn concert in Sugar Loaf, about an hour and a half southeast of here. The weather is iffy, but I'm going anyway. I'll take an umbrella. If it does rain, I suspect the group will relocate to a restaurant or bar down the road, so it won't be a complete waste of a drive. (Although, on my current diet, a restaurant or bar is a complete waste on ME.)
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